Heart shaped Skulls

Catching Flies With Sugar

We are captives of our own identities. Living in prisons of our own creation.

I woke peacefully, without the wails of the damned or Jekyll's dominant cackling. But the more I became aware of my surroundings the more I wanted to bolt. The sweet Melody of the singing birds calmed my racing heart although not pacifying the flashes of my early and delayed demise. My heart ached seeing his horrified amber orbs blown broad terror weeping from the corners. I gripped the sheets that were puddled around my waist. But, then I heard sloshing of water and looked confusingly around. Then a 'ah' moment pinged in my head. In my blurred memory of yesterday Thomas had saved me, sat with me, and cleaned me. I peered down a large wool shirt hang on my pale bones. Thomas had cleaned me from head to toe, even getting the clumps of dried blood from my fire branded locks. I shivered the lightest seeing the woman's faces blink behind my red eyelids. Thomas is still washing himself probably from my vomit. Stealthily I put my warm feet on the cold wooden boards old in age and creaky. Surprisingly, in the days I missed the quiet boards I now inched around the screaming boards that would bellow with the pressure of a human. I shook my head the slightest, I've been here too long. I crept slowly to the door the itch of running urging my body to clench the muscles awaiting the fight. But, my hand just lingered, floated with anticipation as my eyebrows curled. Why couldn't I just leave? Drayton was at his gas station and Hoyt was doing whatever he would do when he left. That nagging feeling, sadnesss? I gulped down the gathering saliva in the back of my sore throat. I jolted back when the bathroom to the right of the main door opened. Thomas must've thought I would still be asleep because the only clothing he had on was a dingy white towel around his lower hips. His long deep brown almost black hair laid in spirals down his neck dripping beads of water onto his burly chest. I felt the embarrassment flooding from the emotions that laid dormant behind those whiskey colored eyes that I wanted to drown myself in. Then I really seen why he was so scared. He didn't have his mask. His nose was rotting away, barely there but just enough to have prominent side frame. His features were distorted, some parts covered with large scars and others completely gone. In my wonderful dreams I would imagine the one person I would spend the rest of my horrible, disgusting life with. I had a young brain, full with stupid ideas. I wanted a man who had a wonderful jaw line, pale, long glorious hair. I was selfish. But not in a hundred years would I be able to look at a man like this and smile. Thomas was backing into the bathroom trying to avoid the stunning stare of his ball of fire standing in complete awe. Thomas was pulling away now self conscious drowning him in the deep end. "Thomas? Hey? Thomas? It's fine come here" he drew back more into the steamy bathroom trying to grasp the door that was barley hanging onto the hinges from last night. Nothing was working and talking wasn't bringing him from the dark cave that he was currently trying to hide himself in. I could hear the soft weeping and grunting as he planted his free hand on the other side of the wooden door as he used his strength to push back. I let him, no use on using force. So I let the door close dangerously near my nose. I thought long and hard through the shameful cries. He thinks he's ugly, inhumane, a monster. My eyes narrowed, he was more sweeter than southern tea, more honest than a innocent babe and more gorgeous than the blinding ball of fire in the sky. Me, I'm a monster. I laughed, I knew just the solution to this test.

"Thomas? You listening?" I heard the sniffling stop to a quiet hum of throaty grunts. "Listen good okay?"  hearing the soft groan of compliance. "When I was little to escape my surroundings I dreamt about my life in a surreal fantasy" I huffed leaning my head against the door earning a groan from the hardly standing door. "I would imagine a handsome man with long glorious hair and that movie perfect face" I could hear Thomas's mumbling of anger. "But then I noticed no one was perfect, no one could have a wonderful trait without a bad one" I chuckled lowly my heart beating like one of a cheetah who is sprinting after a Zebra to feed her family. "Look at me Thomas, I've been told that im drop dead gorgeous but I laugh and assume the cruelest about myself because I knew what lingered inside" I placed my thumping hot palms against the door leaning most of my weight onto it. I huffed before I found my words "what I'm trying to say is you are unique in your own wonderful way, and by god your eyes their beautiful!" I laced the end sentence with laughter. On his end he was silent. Slightly suspicious that his fiery girl was lying but her words were glossed in honey and honesty. "You know your eyes remind me of the sweetest cinnamon whisky that goes down sugary but warms your stomach and cradles you in warm cuddly blankets" I let a small smile linger on my plump lips as I continued. "Your hair, is so silky and glows in the sunlight like strands of amber" my smile grew bigger "you don't even notice when I sometimes tangle it around my finger when it dangles over my shoulder at night usually when I wake from a dreadful dream" I could almost feel my heart in my throat when I stop to gather my bearings. "And most of all Thomas" I emphasized his name to gather his attention. "It's not your looks that bewilder me although I enjoy them to but your personality" he's still but his heart wasn't. Thomas didn't know so many words could flow so elegantly from Rowena's silent maul. Thomas was respectful though, he let her continue until he knew she was done. "It's a person's personality that really makes a person handsome or disgusting" I let my head swivel from left to right against the door. "Thomas, your personality is the most intoxicating, be glad" my voice wavered in sadness. He had a better personality than my own, it was a struggle to grip what defined me. Jekyll was always my personality, the one thing that defined me. Not any more, I will define myself. "Please open the door" I begged hopefully my proclamation of love didn't go on deaf ears.
I jumped back when the door gave as it clicked open. I was beaming, my smile to any one else could've been goofy as hell. Not to Thomas though. Tears of happiness glistened his eyes as he beamed down at Rowena.
I placed my tiny frail hands onto the side of his face, a small fragment of fear bobbing in his orbs when my touch came into contact. "Your handsome" I stood tall on the tip of my toes using the tiny amount of hight to place my lips willingly against his. He was shocked and unmoving before he finally gripped reality. Thomas pulled me from the ground not letting me protest as he wrapped me in his crushing hug while our lips intertwined with prescious sloppy kisses. As my legs dangled I felt so small in a giant's hug so instead I lifted my legs ever so slowly and trapped his torso against myself.
The sloppy kisses became better, more precise, more heated. In a haze I felt the shift of movement when Thomas began to walk forward placing me gently on the weak bed. That's when all bravery drained from my face, twice. Thomas had left his towel behind, forgetting it when I had introduced a passionate kiss. Let's just say, those loose females that you hear at school. Well, they would be very excited to say the least. Thomas had length and girth to which would probably split me in two. However, behind Thomas was the brother I had almost forgotten about. Nubbin. With a bandage covering his face and a gaping mouth stood frozen in time in the doorway. Thomas hadn't noticed as his kisses traveled down my jaw line and his grunting becoming more feral with a strong hint of lust. Finally, Nubbin broke his trance "Thomas!? Ew! With her? She's crazy!" I would be laughing if it wasn't for Thomas's pride. I haven't seen him act so fast at his brother's unknown presence. He yanked the blanket harshly probably scared out of his mind as he wrapped it to his waist mirroring the towel that he left behind near where Nubbin was. I leaned up now on my elbows as I peeked around Thomas's hulking wall of muscle. He was pissed, growling and grunting at his brother that was visablily disgusted with the scene before him. My mouth dropped. "OUT!" Thomas bellowed with a primal anger stunning both me and Nubbin. His brother didn't need to hear anything else when he turned tail, slammed the door and ran to his room his foot falls slowly echoing down the hallway. When Nubbin was gone I let a small bubbly giggle pass my lips "So you can talk" he wasn't at all amused by my words. His shoulders we're slumped as he turned around and raised his hand. Showing me he could only talk, 'a little.'

Thomas wasn't the hottest model but his actions made him more gorgeous than the sun.